Day, reluctant to depart streams out along the boulevards, slowly sun colors run together as unparsed verbs, flowers take on night work, sheltering birds, filtering the moonlight whispering with the slightest wind singing old songs that only trees know. Inside the house lamps blossom golden flares of light . . . under the sky's violet gauze come dreams and night.

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